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He understood what Perry was saying, because he felt the same way. There were any number of possibilities for what had become of Junior, but generally in situations like this, the simplest explanation tended to be the case. It sickened him to think about it, but death was the simplest explanation here. He didn't voice these thoughts, but they definitely underlined what Peregrine said. As the broken Alpha lay his head across Atticus's forelegs, he laid his own head across Perry's shoulders.

He mm-hmmed softly as Perry mentioned that this was where he'd buried Pied. He knew that, of course, but as exhausted and stressed as they both were, neither of them was thinking as clearly as they normally did. Perry brought up a good point about Pied and her ability to see ghosts. Atticus had never been entirely convinced about Pied's ability. He'd always thought her kind of a weirdo, even though he'd liked her and respected her very much. "Any kind of answers would be nice right now," he said quietly in response to his brother. "I wish we could just find something. A pawprint, a tuft of hair, a scent mark, anything."